I lied. You aren’t even pregnant; there’s no bun in the oven. I was just so overwhelmed with jealousy that I couldn’t help myself. Veronica I love you!
After all, there's not " mushroom" on the station to " pepper" the pantry with all the " pepperoneeds" and " supreme" preferences of its astronauts, or for a large oven to be " bacon" that all up.
On a sweltering Sunday in 1895, a church service would be a sea of fluttering fans, each parishioner diligently fanning themselves in pews that felt like ovens.